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William Boyd defends his partiality for wise-cracking, grubby roles in preference to the romantic heroes which have brought him popularity.
By Myrtle GeMiart
CRITICAL observation has been made that, though William Boyd's comedies are welcome occasionally, his following has been acquired through playing romantic leads. To this Bill raises strenuous objections. He makes fun of "actor parts," preferring to play the roughneck wise guys, such as he did in "Skyscraper," "The Cop," and "Power," because he was practically himself. He gets keen enjoyment out of gering around with his pal — picture and person— Alan Hale.
Clad in rough, corduroy pants that probably never were, and never will be cleaned, and blue denim shirts in need of that which floats, they are supremely happy in clowning all the time. How they do enjoy strutting their stuff, and kidding in the vernacular of their roles ! It's a free vaudeville shoAv.
"Our pictures are getting bi they insist better."
Boyd threatens the scales at one hundred and ninety, and Hale almost breaks them at two hundred and twenty. When these two striplings enter a scene, they fill it.
To get us both in a close-up," Bill musec in his light, bass rumble, "they have to take a long shot."
And I'm afraid they will never get all their
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He says he was disciplined by being cast as the German officer-hero in "The Love Song."
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Gloom is utterly foreign to William Boyd's nature, but he is not without a strong sense of obligation.
growth, the way they nibble at their food. Bill was satisfied with a huge bowl of , chili, having just breakfasted. But it had been an hour or so since Alan had had his dejeuner, so he waded into a plate heaped with meat and vegetables, and when it was empty, another, identically furnished, took its place.
"We'd enter him in a pie-eating contest, but that might stimulate his appetite too much," Bill confided. "He has a couple of steaks for appetizers before dinner, so big that if they had horns you could rope 'em. Not up to standard to-day. He's dieting, to keep his sylphlike figure. Look at those feet. For the sole of one shoe, they used one side wall of a 'Wedding March' set."
"Gotta have my footage," Alan murmured between dives at his plate.
Bill, always happy-go-lucky, was in such blithe spirits that he almost forgot to call me "Peanut," which he does usually, because it annoys me.
"We liked our dam picture best," he said, looking innocent. "About a dam," he explained. "No, it didn't break, even with us on it. It was 'Power,' filmed on Pacoima Dam, the highest in the world.
"We were college boys," Bill grinned. "I was a D. E. and he was an I. I. Donkey Engineer and Iron Inspector."
More politely speaking, their film monikers were Slick and Handsome. They were deservedly proud of having made the picture in nineteen days.
"One of those grand opening titles, 'Our story deals with two earnest, clean-cut American lads, whose minds